There’s a cliche about when a door closes a window opens somewhere.

I’m looking for my window.

I’m sort of at that paralyzed point where I have to decide what direction I’m going. It’s just made slightly more difficult since there are other factors that influence the final decision.

I hate waiting around on decisions by other people. I REALLY hate being beholden to other people.

And I despise not being able to follow my heart.

I’m really looking forward to finding my window and letting in some clean, fresh air, so I can stop shuffling along the wall with my hands blindly searching for it.

But at least I’m not hurling myself entirely against the wall anymore. So that’s good.

Yup.